it took nine days to write her first book it took nine days
and nine cups of black coffee
one rainy day
the rest full of sun a few clouds
two different cafes an hour apart
she drove back and forth living different lives
over the bumps of the road imagining a future life
and past
forgetting to be there sometimes
here,
and now
it was in those nine days that her heart
and the sky
merged into a metamorphic dance
hiccupping onto the blank pages
scriptures of intimate stories her fingers couldn’t stop typing
coming soon!
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